Shrine to the patron saint of irritability
2 days ago, I found Bruce Trail. It’s really, really neato. Gorgeous, lush (bikeable!) trail with lots of nifty natural beauty. It connects to this end of town by a short spur trail that starts where Filman (sp?) Road ends, just off Wilson St. (that’s where I found the angry monk, in someone’s backyard). Of note, there was a section of forest off the road (just North of the trail) cordoned off in yellow police-tape zigzags. I wanted to take a picture, but a very stern-looking police officer discouraged this. Anyway, a few more pics of the trail are under the cut.
Other news: Yesterday was a bit blah. I’m still bummed about not having a computer of my own here (it’s just frustrating, you know?), even though Topita is being so nice and lending me hers. I went to get her a gift last night, from Best Buy, and that provided more frustration. I looked at the flyers, which advertised said gift, and I looked online and the website said the Burlington store had some in stock. So I drove there. The customer “service” representative said, “Yeah, we have two of those” while looking at his computer screen. When I asked where they were, he looked around a bit, then informed me that they must be on the truck, and it would be a real hassle to find them. I pressed, and he agreed to go look. He then ducked back onto the sales floor and ignored me for 15 min. I cornered him and asked him again, and he said it would take “way too long” to find them. Sigh. I told my story to the helpful person at the front, and he said the same thing. Sucks to be you, man.
In positive news, Urbie came over for dinner. That was fun, even though I was in a crappy mood. She helped raise it a bit. And then I got to write a little, and help Topita with her lines for Oedipus Rex. I think (semi-)trained monkeys translated this version. In the 19th century. It includes lines such as “Apollo is forsook…” and it uses “weird” as a noun (I know it can be one, but still; it’s… um… strange).
rise above the Niagara Escarpment
Winter forests in the East (read: deciduous forests buck nekkid in the winter) can be beautiful. Above is an example of this. These little valleys and rises, littered with leaves, really glow in the sunlight.
Moss-covered rocks on a hillside above a stream
More of Brad’s mossy rocks, but this time on Bruce Trail. They were a lovely emerald green against the gray and brown hibernation of the forest. I wanted to take tons of photos, and had to restrain myself. I took too many as it was.
More pretty mossy rocks on Bruce Trail
More green rocks. I told you I took too many photos.
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